H: A Pair of Goldilocks Pt. 0102

Cynthia caught the brothers off guard. The cooperative, orgasmic body beneath them, transformed into a whirlwind of flying arms, fists, and legs. "Shriek! Scream! Help! Get off me you perverts!" the cheerleader shrilled...and then she saw the true nature of the men bearing down upon her.

Cynthia's screams ascended upwards several octaves; her struggles increased to a hyperactive frenzy.

"And left the television on, wasting our electricity," barked Gurd. "By ancient rights you be ours to do with as we please."

"I was wet! I was hungry!" Cynthia sobbed. "It was only going to be a little while, until my clothes dried. Please don't eat me!"

"Beg all you want girl," growled Sigmund. "The brothers Gundersson show no mercy to interlopers, especially if they're hot babes who fall into our beds."

"When we're done you'll be wet alright, grrrl!" growled Olaf.

"Aye! We'll fill you up, grrrl!" snarled Gurd.

"Oh nononono!!" cried Cynthia. She wriggled and struggled, an eel in the brothers' grip.

"Hold still grrrl, or else it'll go the worse for you," growled Sig.

"Brothers!" barked Olaf. "I know something that will make our task much easier!" He snuffled out of the room.

Gurd and Sig mounted opposite ends of the bed. Gurd sat on Cynthia's legs to keep her from kicking. Sig squeezed behind Cynthia and forced the cheerleader's arms behind her back, propping the girl against his massive chest.

Cynthia's breasts bobbed in terror. Her saucer blue eyes gazed at the "man" crouched on her legs. Fear sweat drenched her skin. She glanced about the room. "Oh please! Someone! Anyone!" she despaired.

Her nervous eyes occasionally darted to the bear-man's thick, fleshy shaft jutting from his furry balls. A bead of pre-cum welled at the tip, poised ominously near her wet pussy.

Cynthia squirmed but Sig's vice-like grip hindered her movements. Gurd's thick, pink tongue licked his mouth. He rumbled a menacing growl, smacking his lips. Cynthia felt sick, "Oh God, if I get out of this..."

The brothers heard Olaf rummage in the basement. He returned carrying a large glass jar. The jar contained a glowing, golden liquid. "Honey?" Cynthia thought.

"Freyja's Gold!" growled Sig, with a joyful bark.

"Excellent choice, brother!" snarled Gurd. Cynthia shrank from the lewd look on his face. "What is that stuff? What are you going to do?" she asked balefully.

"You'll find out soon enough, grrrl!" snarled Sig.

"Freyja's Gold!" laughed Gurd. "She coupled with a frost giant and spilled her cum, har, har! Flowers grew from her essence, Silver Purse flowers. Our bees make honey from their nectar. We Gunderssons have made the sacred honey for generations. We stay true to our mother goddess. You should feel honored; fortunate is the woman so anointed."

"I don't feel fortunate," muttered the squirming Cynthia.

"Oi! Brothers, hold her fast while I pour," said Olaf.

The young were-bear approached the bed. He raised the jar over his head and tipped. Cynthia's sweaty breasts quivered as liquid gold cascaded from the jar.

Cool honey covered her breasts. The shock perked her nipples; Cynthia heaved and gasped. Olaf ran the jar over her body, covering her quivering torso, quaking belly, and restless legs in cool, sticky sweetness. He poured an extra thick layer on her pussy.

Sigmund, sensing the girl's distress, relaxed his grip and propped the cheerleader to a sitting position.

Honey showered down the girl's golden hair, over her shoulders, down her back, to the ass. Some got on Sigmund, making his crotch and sizable cock sticky sweet as Gurd's. Soon the cheerleader was smothered, head to toe, in sugar sweet effluence.

Gurd's glans brushed against Cynthia's clit. The mere touch sent spasms across the cheerleader's body; a spurt of cum splattered Gurd's candied stick. The were-bear's self control frayed. He wanted to be deep inside this honey before letting loose.

Cynthia gasped a lusty "Aaaah!" stunned by the hot climax. She watched the bear man slide into her body. The throbbing shaft made a soft, velvety "Ssshhh!" as it moved through her crevasse; pulsing veins and candy coated skin underwent a gradual immersion within her flesh.

Cynthia's eyes grew wide and she ground her teeth; Gurd's girth stretched her passage to its limit. "Uuuhhhnn!" she moaned. Her hands smeared honey and sweat across her torso. Her back arched into a pink and gold rainbow. Brothers Sig and Olaf rumbled and growled, letting Freyja's Gold build their lust.

A bulge marked the journey of Gurd's shaft through her pelvis. His penis' honeyed skin slid across her moistened walls; cum and honey mingled into a sugary brew.

The were-bear started to pump; cum and honey splashed on the bed; gooey balls slapped against her lower gams. Cynthia's silk walls caressed Gurd's shaft, basting honey on his meat.

Each thrust inward drew a growl from the berserker. "Grr!...Grr!...Grr!" Cynthia replied with corresponding grunts, "Ugh!...Ugh!...Ugh!"

Words were not spoken; flesh and lust sounds dominated the room: the faint 'smack!' of Gurd's balls against Cynthia's ass; the 'Grr!..Ugh!..Grr!..Ugh!' back and forth of the fucking; the 'squeak!' of the bedsprings; and the heavy breaths of the four orgiasts.

Sig and Olaf, unable to resist the berserker lust any longer, took positions over and under the cheerleader's body.

Gurd's thrusts drove Cynthia's body against Sig. Her honey and sweat slimed back smeared against his matted pelt. Cynthia's belly pumped in and out. She moved her hands over Gurd's shaft, feeling the warm, hard skin slide through her palms.

Sanity and reason were long gone from Cynthia's mind. Eros and Freyja's Gold ruled triumphant. Cynthia gave herself completely to lust; raging orgasms racked her body.

Sig and Olaf commenced their part in the orgy. Sig's candied glans brushed along the cheerleader's ass crack. Electric shivers raced up his shaft; Sig shuddered. "Grrr! Smooth as baby skin!" he growled.

The were-bear reached underneath the cheerleader to spread her cheeks. His steel-hard pole slid into her anus' moist tunnel. "Uuuunnng!" Cynthia moaned.

She clenched her eyes; salty tears beaded through the closed lids. The first bear man's huge cock stretched her pussy to the threshold. Now Cynthia underwent another painful reaming, as his brother thrust deep into her other hole.

Sig pumped his shaft until its tip touched her rectum. The berserker's hairy crotch glued against her soft cheeks.

Cynthia's ass and cunt holes were in close proximity. Sig and Gurd's humungous balls could not help but brush against each other. The touching testicles only excited the brothers. The fucking increased to frenzied levels. Sig placed his great paws on Cynthia's melons and kneaded their doughy softness.

Sig and Gurd's positions bent Cynthia into a 'V'. Gurd propped and held her legs; Sig held her upper body. The cheerleader rested on a cushion of thrusting, pumping bear flesh. Now Olaf stepped between the 'V' to straddle Cynthia's lust-bloated body.

The berserker's giganto-cock, dripping with pre-cum and honey, swayed inches from the cheerleader's face. Sticky syrup beaded on Cynthia's breasts.

Olaf took the big throbber in his paws and held the tip to Cynthia's wet lips. "Taste the flesh of a son of Odin, grrrl!" he growled.

A thick candy-coated treat dangled inches from Cynthia's mouth. She licked her lips, savoring the sweet/salt taste of honey and jizz. She wrapped her sticky sweet hands around Olaf's gooey confection. The cheerleader opened her mouth to inhale the largest cock she ever sucked.